Introduction, Summery, Prolog, Thing

Addie is a young field mouse who dwelled in the depths of Mossflower woods. She must search for a new home because snakes are taking over Mossflower. On her search for a new home, she encounters the Redwall Abbey. Staying there for the feast, her senses tell her something's not right. Asmodeous Poisonteeth the sixth (Yes in this book Asmodeous did have babies!) is planning revenge on Redwall for his ancestor's death, and the stealing of the family's most valuable item, the legendary sword of Martin the Warrior. Addie helps her new friends. To find out more, you must read!

This story takes place somewhere In between Redwall and Mattimeo (just though that would be an interesting note ()

Chapter One: The Summer of Dreamers

Addie Fieldmouse was walking through the depths of Mossflower eating some chestnuts. It was a peaceful day, but the young field mouse could not tell through the darkness of the dense canopy. She lived in the heart of Mossflower, where it was always dark. She was looking for a new nest. It didn't need to be big, for she was the only one living there. She was so desperate that she would even leave the darkness she has always dwelled in. She was so desperate; she would go to the Redwall Abbey. The home that she knew and loved was beginning to be inhabited by Poisonteeths, the deadly snake family dreaded by all woodlanders.

She was nearing a stream when she heard the ear-piercing scream of a woodlander.

"Help! Help! Poisonteeth! Poisont." The cry suddenly ended. Addie silently pulled back some branches to see what was going about. Dagger ready, she looked. She saw nothing, but could hear, very faintly, the evil snakes hiss.

"Asmodeusssssss" Knowing what just happened, Addie turned around and ran.



Meanwhile, at the Abbey, the mice were getting ready for the annual feast. Matthias, the Redwall Warrior, was out fishing with Abbot Mordalfus.

"Do you think we can catch a whopper like that one the first year we did this, Matthias?" asked the Abbot.

"I doubt it. We're not as young as we were then." The Abbot chuckled merrily, "I wonder how Mr. Churchmouse's writing is going?" The warrior wandered out loud.

"Fine, no doubt. Also, you better check your line. I believe you have something." Matthias had totally forgotten about fishing, for he was happily daydreaming of wondrous thing.

In the gatehouse study, John Churchmouse wrote the recordings for that summer.



The Summer Of Dreamers

I think happily in this summer. And so does everyone else, it seems. Though the summers have past since the days of war, dread and mourn still hang about. But there are dreamers. Hence the name of this summer.

This little gatehouse is very stuffy. I must get new windows. The Matthias and Methuselah bells are ringing. Time for evening tea.

John Churchmouse (Redwall Historian, formally of St. Ninians Church.)